jack maynard imagine

Interrupted : Joe Sugg Smut

(requested) - changed it a little oops

“Oh my god, I frickin love this one!” Zoe said excitedly as Harry Potter and the goblet of fire began to play on the TV.

You and your boyfriend Joe were staying with Zoe and Alfie for a few nights at their house. It had been a while since you had seen them so it was quite nice to catch up and spend some time with them.

However, Alfie was out late with Sean and Dave as they were working on a van, turning it into a campervan or something. So you and Zoe had decided to have a girly night and watch some films, of course you both had popped out to M&S beforehand to get some snacks. Joe left you both to it as he had some editing to do, so Zoe had run him a bath and he was upstairs editing in the spare room – where you and Joe were staying.

“I always found this one really scary though.” You said to Zoe, pulling the blanket closer to your body.

“Yeah, if you think about it these films are actually quite scary.” Zoe pointed out.

“I mean… If I get scared watching them then I can imagine lots of other people do.”

Time went by as you and Zoe watched the film. Nala was asleep next to Zoe on the sofa and Alfie still wasn’t back yet. You checked the time.

“How is it half 11 already?” You said, not quite believing how fast the time has gone.

When there was no reply, you looked over at Zoe to find her fast asleep on the sofa. Typical.

You watched about 15 minutes more of the Harry Potter film before your phone buzzed. It was Joe.

‘What you doing? X’

You didn’t reply, the film was almost over so you would go up and see him soon. About 2 minutes later your phone buzzed again.

‘Y/N xx’

Joe hardly ever put kisses in texts unless he was missing you or in a loving mood.

‘Yes?’

‘Come to bed x’

This made you smile. You were feeling quite tired and would love nothing more right now than to go and see your boyfriend. The film was almost over so you decided to head up. You thought about waking Zoe, but decided against it as she’d probably wake up soon or Alfie will wake her when he gets home.

You folded the blanket you were using and placed it on the edge of the sofa. You silently walked out of the living and through the kitchen. You got up the first flight of stairs and opened the door to the spare room, revealing a half naked Joe in his boxers laying beside his laptop on the bed.

“Finally!” He smiled up at you, placing his laptop on the floor and stretching his arms out to you.

“How’s editing going?” You asked, shutting the door and moving over to him.

“Fine, but I missed you.” He pouted and pulled you by your wrists so you got onto the bed next to him.

“Aw babe. I missed you.” You replied, even though you were only apart for 2 hours or so and you were just downstairs.

He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pulled you into his body, you wrapped your arms around his exposed waist.

“Joe!” You laughed when you felt something hard poke into your leg.

“I know, I really need you right now.” He told you truthfully.

“Well we’re in your sisters house so I don’t think so babe.” You laughed, getting up off the bed and into the en suite bathroom to brush your teeth.

“Fuck sake.” You heard Joe sigh as you walked away from him.

However, when you were almost done brushing your teeth you heard a light moan. Was he really doing this right now?

“Y/N.” You heard your boyfriend moan out. Even though you had just told him you wouldn’t do this with him here, you couldn’t help but feel very aroused at the thought of Joe touching himself to the thought of you.

You walked back into the bedroom and switched off the bathroom light. Joe was sat up, leaning against the head board with a hand wrapped around himself. His boxers were now on the floor. Even though this was the last situation that you would like to be in, you couldn’t deny that the sight in front of you made you weak at the knees. Joe’s eyes were drooping from the pleasure he was giving himself. His eyes never left you as he pumped his length at a steady pace.

“Please.” He whimpered.

That was all it took for you slip off your pyjamas and leave them on the floor at the end of the bed. Joe watched you the whole time you were getting undressed, and when you were finally fully naked, he picked up the pace of his hand movements.

“Can you honestly not wait?” You laughed, climbing onto the bed once again.

“I’m so fucking horny.” He groaned, finally moving from his position so that he could lean forward and press his lips against yours.

Lips still attached, Joe flipped you around so now your back was against the mattress and he was hovering over your exposed body.

Your hands went to Joe’s chest, feeling up and down his toned stomach. This was one of your favourite things about Joe – his abs were so defined and you loved it. One of his hands went next to your head to hold himself up, and the other went to the head board of the bed.

You broke the kiss and stared up at Joe with a smirk. He sent you a confused look.

“What?” He asked.

“I just really love you.”

“Well, Y/N, I love you so much more,” He smiled, kissing you again. “But we’ve got to be quiet.”

Without warning, Joe pushed himself into you. You had to hold yourself back from letting out a moan. You were so used to having sex with Joe at home and making as much nose as you wanted, when you had sex somewhere like this you always struggled to keep quiet.

It’s because Joe knew exactly how to make you feel good. Considering you’ve been together for around 2 years now, Joe knew your body. He loved to make you shake so hard when you cum and to scream out his name. Sex with him was always and intense and you loved it.

He rocked in and out of you, each thrust getting harder. The feeling of Joe’s bare skin on your own was such an intimate feeling which is why you were on the pill. It was such a nice feeling to have Joe completely inside you without a condom, it made the pleasure even more enjoyable and it made you feel closer to him.

“Babyyyy…” Joe moaned into your shoulder before nipping at the bare skin.

You took Joe’s hand that was holding onto on the head board and laced your fingers together. He gave your hand a squeezed and let out a gentle moan, trying his hardest not to make too much noise. Joe’s moans were the most angelic thing you’ve ever heard and you would do anything right now to hear his moans and groans echo throughout the room.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, making Joe stop his actions immediately. When the handle went down, he pulled out of you as quickly as he could and pulled the covers over you both, making it look casual. Thankfully, he was quick enough.

“Y/N?” Zoe opened up the door as she rubbed her tired eyes. “I can’t believe I fell asleep on the sofa!”

“I know! I mean… can’t say I was surprised!” You laughed.

You could hear Joe panting next to you, trying to catch his breath. His cheeks were red but Zoe didn’t suspect anything.

“We’ll have to have another girly night again soon, and I promise I won’t fall asleep.”

“Ok,  Zoe, I’ll believe it when I see it.” You laughed.

“I won’t!” She defended.

“Is Alfie still not back?” You asked.

“No, I’m think I’m going to ring him in a minute though. What are they doing? Surely they can’t get much done in the dark.” As Zoe spoke, you felt Joe’s hand trail up your thigh.

You didn’t think anything of it until he kept on getting closer and closer to your centre.

“Yeah, he’ll probably be back soon though.” You said to Zoe.

Joe’s fingers went to your clit, gently rubbing his fingertips against the sensitive area. You sucked in a breath, feeling uncomfortable with the situation but also still very horny.

“How many days has he been doing it for?” Joe piped up. You squeezed the duvet in your hand as Joe slid his middle finger into you.

“This is the third, I think they’re planning on finishing it on Saturday.” Zoe told her brother and he nodded.

“It’s quite cool that they’re doing this though,” He replied, sliding his finger in and out of you as you bit your bottom lip, trying your absolute hardest to refrain from moaning.

“I think it’s amazing! I can’t wait to see what it looks like when they’ve finished it,” Zoe said. “Well, I’m going to bed now so night you two.”

“Night, Zo.” Joe said, using her nickname.

“G-goodnight.” You literally almost face palmed yourself as you stuttered over your words.

“You alright Y/N?” As Zoe asked this, Joe added another finger.

“I’m fine.” You quickly said as Joe finger fucked you.

“Ok,” Zoe sent you an odd look. “Night!”

“I fucking hate you, Sugg.” You said to Joe as soon as Zoe shut the door.

“You hate me?” He repeated. “Looks like you don’t want me to finish you off then.”

Joe’s fingers left you and you whined at the loss of contact.

“Shut up and fuck me.” You groaned.

“Of course, m’lady.” Joe chuckled, hovering over you and finishing you both off.

5

This guy deserves the whole world in my opinion. He’s there every day to make us laugh, feel better or just for us to have someone. This guy spends so much just for us. And I’m not just talking about money. In a way he even gave up his freedom and I know that that’s his own choice but let me tell you HE DOESN’T DESERVE THIS.

I don’t really know what we can do to help him but please everyone SHOW HIM YOUR SUPPORT! He needs it now more than ever and I don’t care if it’s a dm, a comment on a picture, a comment on a video, a tweet or whatever. Just let him know that we are there for him and that we will do anything to support him and to make sure that he can keep making videos. Please just make sure that he notices how much his fans love and adore him and can’t live without him. Because honestly guys CALLUX IS AN AMAZING PERSON

Animal - Jack Maynard Smut

Summary: “So grab me by the neck and don’t you ever let go, mess me up so good until I’m begging for more”

Word Count: 5317

Warnings: Sex, Oral Sex, Dirty Talk, Swearing

Requested: Yes!

Author’s note: This is the first time I’ve ever written smut, besides that tiny thing in the Conor imagine I posted last night, so please please please let me know how you like it. Also this is the longest imagine I’ve ever posted whoops.

Originally posted by mrs-jack-maynard

 

“You’re going to shatter that fucking thing if you’re not careful.”

You whipped your head around at the sound of your best friend’s voice, having not even realised that your grip on your glass had become worryingly tight. 

You gave him a sheepish smile as you looked up at Conor’s face, so different to that of his brother’s, and yet with the same piercing eyes that seemed to draw you in every god damn time.

 “Dunno what you’re on about,” you mumbled as you turned back to where you had been looking before, unsurprised at the lack of change in the scene in front of you.

“Just go and bloody talk to him,” Conor groaned as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders comfortingly.

 He had watched you and his little brother dance around your feelings for each other for the better part of two years now and he was getting right sick of it.

 All those secret glances when you thought nobody was looking and avoiding each other when the other had someone of the opposite sex around, it was beyond ridiculous. 

He had thought that after you and Jack had kissed at the Christmas party last month, that things would finally improve but they hadn’t, your relationship had merely shifted from ‘just friends’ to ‘just friends with benefits’ and as much as he was thankful that you were finally getting laid and working out some of that aggression, he could see how much it was hurting you, and he wasn’t okay with that.

“And cockblock the master? I don’t think so,” you scoffed bitterly, your fingers tightening around the base of your glass again. 

You knew that the situation you had going at the moment wasn’t ideal, but it was Jack.  You had waited so long for him to see you as more than his brother’s best mate and now he did but it was non-exclusive. 

You knew that you should respect yourself enough to get out but you couldn’t, if this was all that you could have with him, then that was what you would have. It hurt though, being with him between the sheets and then seeing him with pretty girls in the streets.

“Alright that’s enough!” Conor’s voice almost shocked you into dropping your glass, you looked up at him with wide eyes as he pried the glass out from between your fingertips and placed in on the table behind you before offering you his hand. 

“Come on,” he urges you, wriggling his own fingers teasingly, “You and I are gonna go get a drink, and then we’re gonna go and dance, and you’re gonna forget all about my little brother and his tiny dick,” he smirked at you, making you laugh slightly before placing your hand in his and letting him tug you back towards the bar.

Truthfully, you had often wondered whether you were chasing the wrong Maynard. 

Conor had been your best friend for the better part of the past three years and you spent a lot of time together. 

He was handsome and charming and hilarious and sweet when he wanted to be, and you had drunkenly hooked up before so you knew he was a good kisser. 

Somehow, though, you knew it just would be right. Because every single time the thought crossed your mind, you thought of Jack and you just couldn’t fathom being with anyone else.

Conor led you to the opposite side of the bar, far away from where Jack was currently chatting up some pretty blonde.

You could never take your eyes off of him, and especially not when he looked as unfairly gorgeous as he did tonight.

It wasn’t until his eyes flickered to yours and that signature smirk spread across his face that you looked away, refocusing on your best friend and the alcohol in front of him.

You let out a loud groan when you noticed that Conor had ordered a round of tequila shots each for the both of you. 

Tequila had always been the one alcohol that would send you under the table, having been your university roommates poison of choice; any other alcohol and you could generally hold your own but Tequila was the one which would have you yelling drunkenly at Jack within the hour.

 “Conor, really?” you all but whined at your best friend, “You know Tequila is my weakness, I’ll be all over you in an hour,” you joked, having already accepted your fate as you picked up the shot.

Conor shrugged, “If that’s what happens, then it happens, no regrets,” he winked at you before picking up his own shot, the both of you throwing the shots back before slamming the glasses down on the bar. 

You grinned at him as you noticed his face twisting into a grimace at the taste of the tequila, knowing full well that he had only chosen the liquor in order to get you drunk. 

You could already feel yourself lightening up at the alcohol pumping through your veins. 

“Feel better now?” he asked you as he chugged back the vodka and soda in his hand, obviously keen to rid his mouth of the foul taste.

You let out a small giggle as  you nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning up to kiss his cheek lightly, “Thank you,” you whispered to him, before holding out your hands.

“Come on then!” you said loudly, “Thought you promised me a dance, Maynard?” you grinned at him, your smile growing as he slipped his hands into yours, tugging you into him for a tight hug before pulling you in the direction of the dance floor.

You refused to look behind you to where you could feel Jack’s eyes burning into your backside; if he wanted to use you and then throw you away then fine, he wasn’t the only one who could draw attention on the dance floor, and you were going to make sure of it, besides, was it just you, or was Conor looking particularly good tonight?

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Across the bar, Jack could barely believe his eyes.

You never drank tequila when you went out, you always skipped out on it when the boys organised shots, so why on earth would you down four shots with Conor? 

And why the hell were you letting him drag you onto the dance floor right now? The only person who you ever dance with when you went out was him. 

He was the only one who you let put their hands on you.

Had you looked that good when they had gotten there? Had that dress always hugged your frame that fantastically? 

He gulped down the remainder of his joke and tried focusing on the girl in front of him, she had caught his eye when he’d come up here before, with her large chest and long curvy legs, but the longer he looked at her, the more he noticed the flaws in her appearance. 

Her eyes were dull and surrounded by too much eyeliner, they didn’t sparkle like yours did, he couldn’t see the emotions flash through them like he did in yours when you would lay in bed with him and tell him stories about from before you’d met him and the boys. 

Her lips were flat and looked sticky with lip gloss, they weren’t plump and red like yours always seemed to be, even more so after he had been kissing you.

He tried to pay attention to her, tried to focus on the way her lips moved, tried to imagine the way they would wrap around his cock like yours had this morning when he’d had you in the shower, but he merely cringed at the thought of her touching him like that. 

His eyes flitted over to where he could see you and Conor on the dance floor and his eyes nearly bugged out of his head, rage pumping through his blood stream and making him nearly blind with unadulterated fury.

You had your back to Conor’s chest as you guys danced to the overly loud EDM song which was pumping out of the speakers, your head was thrown back against his shoulder as you giggled at something that he was saying into your ear. 

Jack had no clue what his brother was saying, but he was pretty sure that whatever it was, it wasn’t innocent. 

He clenched his fists together at his side as he watched Conor’s hands slide down to your hips, knowing god damn well that you didn’t wear proper underwear under that particular dress because of visible panty lines.

He snapped when he saw Conor’s head drop down and press to the crook of your neck, right where Jack knew that special spot was, the one that would drive you absolutely wild when Jack latched onto it. 

He was ditching the girl and surging across the bar towards the dance floor before he could second guess himself; all he knew was that he needed to get between the two of you before you ended up in Conor’s bed by the end of the night, because you were his.

It was a reasonably small and cosy club that the gang had found themselves in tonight, as opposed to some of the bigger ones that they frequented, so it didn’t take long until Jack was in front of you, and wanting to knock that dumb smirk right off of his older brothers face. 

You didn’t notice that Jack was there until he was right in front of your face, but as soon as he was, you barely registered that Conor was even there. A smile lit up your entire face that had Jack’s stomach doing backflips, you were so happy all of the time, how on earth could he even consider someone else?

“Jack!” You squealed as you wrapped your arms around his neck tightly, having to stand on your tip toes to wrap them around him properly. 

You could feel the warmth of him seeping in through your clothes as you buried your face into his neck like you always did. 

“Conor was just telling me the funniest story!” you giggled as you pulled back, whipping your head around to confirm the story, only to find that Conor was nowhere to be seen, “Hey where’d he go?” you pouted as you turned back to face Jack, only to find he had a peculiar look in his eye that you couldn’t quite decifer.

You also realised for the first time how close you were to him, “What happened to that girl?” You asked him curiously as he pulled you into his body, his arms wrapped tightly around your lower waist.

“Looked like you two were really hitting it off,” you commented as your arms wrapped around his neck loosely, one hand tangling in his blonde strands as the other lingered around the hem of his shirt, the very shirt you had torn off of him this time last week.

Jack chuckled slightly as he bent his head down to be closer to you, “Why? Is someone jealous?” he asked, his mouth hot against your ear as his warm breath washed over your neck, making you subconsciously press yourself closer to him. 

You bit back a moan as he tugged on your ear lobe with his teeth gently before pressing a kiss to the spot behind your ear. 

He pulled back to gauge your reaction and wasn’t surprised when he noticed you rolling your eyes, despite the deep and dark blush on your face.

He brushed his lips against your jaw bone softly, barely even a whisper of a kiss against your skin, “You know you’re the only girl for me,” he murmured against your skin, dragging his mouth across your jaw and down your neck slowly, occasionally using his teeth to nip at the spots he knew were sure to set you off. 

He smirked against your skin when he felt your breath hitch, latching his mouth onto the special spot and giving in a particularly hard suck.

You chuckled breathlessly, using the hand that was in his hair to pull him away from you, “Last time I checked, this,” you gestured between the two of you, “was non-exclusive, that’s what you wanted, right?” you asked innocently. 

You were riling him up and you knew it; for some reason, he was being all weird and possessive and you were gonna revel in it for as long as you possibly could. 

You let out a squeak when he used his arms around your waist to haul you into him, your hips pressed together tightly as he growled into your ear.

“Don’t pretend that this is just sex, you know it and I know it, so don’t give me that shit,” he hissed against you before sinking his teeth into that special spot and making you throw your head back. 

Your nails dug into the exposed skin of his shoulder as you pressed the whole length of your body against him, feeling his hardness press into your stomach firmly as he rutted against you.

Letting out a frustrated huff, you used your hands to tug his head up harshly, both of you breathing heavily as you looked at each other, his cheeks already red with the arousal that was pressed against your stomach, as well as the dampness that you could feel pooling in between your legs. 

“So are you just gonna talk shit or are you gonna actually do something about it?” you challenged him with a raised eyebrow. 

You knew exactly how to bait him, the same way he knew how to drive you insane.

He let out a low growl as he yanked you into him, his hands caged around your face as he kissed you harshly. You moaned into his mouth softly as you gripped his shirt in your hands, nipping at his bottom lip playfully as he kissed you with a bruising intensity. 

You let out a soft gasp as one of his hands slid from the back of your neck, down to your ass, squeezing you roughly. You felt him smirk against your mouth as your mouth fell open slightly, slipping his tongue in between your lips and deepening the kiss.

There was no denying it, the boy knew how to use his mouth, he was a phenomenal kisser, and was even better at using his mouth on other areas of your body.

Right now, you weren’t concerned about his mouth though, you were more interested with the rather hard appendage that he was currently grinding into your stomach. 

The boy was hung as hell, and there was no getting around it. Memories of this morning came flashing through you like a flood, the memory of waking up with his head between your thighs making you whimper into his mouth, that boy knew all of you secret spots and was not shy about any of it.

Smirking, he pulled back from you, biting his lip at the sight of you looking up at him with pupils blown wide and lips swollen and bright red, the memory of you looking up at him from between his legs this morning making him swallow back a groan. 

He pressed his mouth against your ear again, “C’mon, let me take you home, you know I’ll make it worth your while,” he groaned into your ear, sending a sharp surge of pleasure shooting down your spine. 

Pulling back to see your reaction, he let out a relieved breath of hot air as you nodded quickly, his hand latching onto yours and tugging you behind him as you both made your way out of the sweltering hot club.

The tight grip that he had on your hand did not escape your notice as he pulled you out of the club and into a cab outside, letting out a deep breath as he slumped against the seat on one side. 

“What in the hell has gotten into you?” you demanded, crossing your arms over your chest as you turned your body to look at him, furrowing your eyebrows together tightly as you moved your eyes over his physique. 

You didn’t want to stay on one part too long, otherwise you’d become distracted by the different parts of his body that reminded you how beautiful he was.

You let out a squeak as he wrapped his hand around your waist, hauling you over to his side of the cab abruptly and burying his face in the crook of your neck, “Didn’t like it,” he mumbled into your neck, humming contently as your hand reached up to run through his hair softly, your nails scratching against his scalp softly as he nuzzles his nose against the juncture of your neck and shoulder. 

“Didn’t like seeing Conor with his hands all over you,” he mumbled again, lifting his head up to look into your eyes that were wide in shock as you listened to him intently, your heart bashing against his chest. “You’re mine,” he whispered, his mouth pressing against your jaw again as you nodded blindly.

“Yours,” you mumbled hoarsely as his mouth moved down your neck again.

 

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You didn’t remember how you made it from the cab to Jack’s apartment, partly because it happened so fast that you could barely blink, and partly because you had spent most of it with your mouth glued to Jack’s neck. 

As soon as you crossed the threshold into the apartment, both of your clothes were flying off, leaving a trail behind you both of your heels, Jack’s shirt and belt, with his shoes ending up somewhere near the kitchen.

Before you knew it, you were flat on your back on Jack’s extremely plush bed, with Jack kneeling at the bottom of the bed and smirking at you.

Rolling your eyes, you propped yourself up on your elbows on the bed, balancing your weight on them as you cocked your head to the side slightly, “I’m not gonna magically transform into a perfect ten, y’know,” you chuckled softly, “This is as good as it’s gonna get, Maynard” you smirked.

He simply shook his head at you before pushing your legs apart, your tight dress moving up and over your hips as he settled his body between your thighs, much like he had this morning.

He kissed a line across the top of your panties as his hands hooked behind your knees and dragged them over his shoulders, opening you up to him. 

You collapsed onto your back as he placed open mouthed kisses to you through the thin lace of your panties, your hands weaved into his hair as his mouth continued on it’s way down, placing kisses down your upper thighs before switching sides and kissing up the other thigh, just avoiding the place where you needed him the most.

Using his teeth, he dragged down your panties slowly, his nose brushing against you softly and causing you to let out the most pornographic sound you had ever heard in your life. 

He smirked up at you from between your thighs, discarding your panties behind him as he spread his hands out over your hips, holding you open to him as he physically licked his lips.

This boy was going to be the absolute death of you.

Starting at your knee, he began placing feather light kisses to your inner thigh, slowly making his way up to the apex of your thighs where you laid bare and ready for him. 

“Such a good girl for me,” he murmured against your skin, “Always so ready for me,” he mumbled as he dug his fingertips into your hips, hard enough so that you were sure that you’d have matching bruises in the morning.

“Jaaaaack,” you whined, bucking your hips up in an attempt to create some friction, “Hurry U-ohhh,” a moan ripped out of your mouth as he suddenly licked a strip from top to bottom, the tip of his tongue flicking against your clit as he slid one finger inside of you.

You felt the pleasure began to build as he latched his mouth onto your bundle of nerves, sucking and flicking his tongue against your clit as he set a steady rhythm of pumping his finger in and out of you.

You slapped a hand over your mouth as you moaned even louder, your nails digging into his scalp and causing him the hum against you, the vibrations going through you like shock waves. 

You whined and bucked your hips against his face, desperate to go over that edge, causing him to wrap his arm around your waist to hold you in place as he added another finger into the mix.

Curving his fingers up to brush against that specific spot inside of you, you tugged on his hair harshly, making his smirk against you as he picked up the pace, pumping his fingers into you faster and making sure to press firmly against that spot every single time.

Finally, you could feel the coil of pleasure in your stomach begin to tighten almost painfully, your thighs shaking around his head as you threw your head back, “Oh oh my god, Jack! I-I’m g-gonna, oh! I’m almost there!” You moaned out loudly, trying to buck your hips up.

Jack curved his fingers again, focusing on just rubbing against that spot until you were coming like a tidal wave. 

Your back arched up off of the bed as you fell apart beneath him, riding out the last waves of your orgasm until you were shaking, pushing him back as you tried to catch your breath.

Once you managed to regain your breath, you pushed yourself up again, intent on returning the favour, only to find Jack having already discarded his tight jeans and crawling up towards you. 

You never got used to seeing him like this, he was big but not too big and perfectly thick, in other words, the boy was hung as hell and you drooled slightly every time you saw him naked.

He crawled up over you, peeling your bra from your body and latching his mouth onto your nipple, dragging his teeth over it gently as his hand tended to the other one.

Your hand reached down between you, wrapping around his length and beginning to pump him up and down. Jack let out a grunt as he grabbed onto your wrist burying his face in your neck as he pulled you off of him; that was different, Jack never said no to a hand job or blowjob. 

He chuckled against your skin as he brought your hand up beside your head, lacing it with one of his as he brought his head up to look at you. “I’m not gonna last if you put your hands on me,” he chuckled softly, brushing his nose against yours with unfamiliar gentleness as he leaned down to kiss you, dragging the tip of his cock up to rub against your clit, and sending a jolt of pleasure through you.

Biting your lip, you lifted one of your legs to wrap around his hips, you pulled him forward until he was right against you. Smirking, he wrapped his hand around your thigh, hooking the other one around his hips as he entered you in one smooth thrust. 

Throwing your head back at the feeling of him fully inside of you, you let out a loud moan, arching your back and wriggling your hips in a silent plea for him to move. He seemed to catch on as he braced his hands next to your head in a push up position as he set a quick rhythm straight up.

You dug your nails into his back as you arched into him, dragging them down his taut skin as he attached his mouth to your sweet spot, working on leaving a sizable mark on your neck as he hiked your leg up even higher on his waist, scraping his teeth against your neck as he gave a particularly hard thrust, his fingers digging into your thigh harshly.

“Ugh you’re so fucking tight,” Jack groaned into your ear, his breath hot against your neck as he snapped his hips against you even harder than he had been before.

 He let out a strangled grunt when you tightened around him, your walls squeezing him tightly as he picked up the pace, his hand wriggling between you two as his thumb pressed against your clit again.

You let out a high pitched moan as he slammed into you, knowing from the way he was quivering inside you, that he was nearing the peak. “Come on, baby, I’m almost there, go over the edge with me,” he grunted in your ear, the wet sound of skin slapping together filling the room, both of you covered in a thin layer of sweat as you bit your lip.

Using a brief lapse in his attention, you flipped him onto his back, arching your spine as the new angle allowed him to slip in just that little bit deeper, pressing harder onto that specific spot inside of you. Bracing yourself with your hands on his chest, you began bouncing up and down, moaning at the new feelings surging through you.

You moved faster, feeling the ball of fire in your stomach coil up even tighter as you picked up the pace, all you needed was that little push, and you’d go off of the edge with him. 

You let out a loud high pitched scream as his thumb pressed against your clit for the third time, white spots exploding behind your eyes as your second orgasm of the night hit you like a freight train. 

It wasn’t long until Jack was following after you, his hips snapping like pistons into your own until he was letting out a guttural grunt and holding your hips to his as he exploded inside of you.

You collapsed forward onto his chest, covered in sweat and coated in the combined juices of you two as he slowly slipped out of you, softening against your thigh as he wrapped his arms around your tired and clammy body. 

You rested your face in the crook of his neck, breathing in and out softly as you attempting to recollect yourself. 

You traced patterns onto his chest with the tip of your nail as you felt his chest still heaving up and down underneath your hand.

You had heard once that, if you have absolutely mind blowing sex (like you’d had just then) then the best thing for you to do, was not talk to the guy afterwards, so as to let him get his bearings back. 

With that in mind, you crawled out of his arms and made your way into the bathroom to clean up.

As you looked at yourself in the mirror, your mind went back to earlier tonight, had he been jealous of you and Conor? If so, why? It had been his idea to keep the arrangement as no strings attached, friends with benefits only. Why was he suddenly being so boyfriend-like?

That thought remained on your mind as you tugged his thrasher shirt over your head, your favourite of all his shirts, and padded back into his room, expecting to see him zonked out on the bed. You were not expecting to see a fully coherent Jack Maynard sitting up in bed and twirling your panties around in his hands.

Blushing, you hurried over and pulled them out of his grasp, pulling them back up your legs quickly before taking a seat next to him on the bed. He smiled at you dopily, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear gently, “You look beautiful in my shirts,” he mumbled softly, his smile widening when you blushed deeply but leaned into his hand nonetheless.

Biting your lip, you looked up at him again, “Why didn’t you take that girl home with you tonight?” you blurted out before you could stop yourself, your curiosity getting the better of you.

“Why does it matter, Y/N?” he asked as he looking down at his lap, remembering when you had been on it fifteen minutes ago.

 He hadn’t expected you to ask him that, not after you guys had just had the best sex you’d ever had before.

“Because you were totally into her, and then you ditched just to make sure I wasn’t going to hook up with Conor!” You exclaimed, throwing your hands in the air in exasperation.

Jack was a master at avoiding direct questions and had been for as long as you’d known him, it was one of the things that made him so alluring to girls your age.

“Because he’s my brother!” He fired back, his expression twisting into a scowl at your persistence, “You have a club full of guys to choose from and you pick my brother?!” he sneered, crossing his arms across his chest in a huff.

“All I would have done is kiss him, and that shouldn’t even matter to you! You’re the one who chose this arrangement, not me!” you screeched, running a hand through your hair in agitation, “So tell me why you went home with me and not her? Because I’m easy? Because you don’t have to worry about me being a pain the next morning?” you badgered him, knowing that you were getting too worked up but being too far gone to stop it. 

Your words were spewing out of your mouth at an alarming rate and you couldn’t stop them.

“She wasn’t you, okay?!”

To say you were shocked at his words would have been a vast understatement.

He took a deep breath before looking at you again, “She wasn’t you, and the more I looked at her, I compared her to you and realised that I was being a fucking twat to you,” he sighed, running a hand through his blonde hair and making you bite your lip as his biceps tensed slightly.

 “You deserve the world, Y/N, you deserve a guy like Conor or Oli who can give it to you,” he muttered, avoiding your glance.

You let out a small laugh, unable to believe what was happening, Jack actually wanted you for more than sex.

After unsuccessfully trying to capture his gaze, you crawled into his lap, sitting back on his thighs as you hooked your hands around his jaw, dragging his head up to look at you and almost melting at the vulnerable look in his eyes. “Jack,” you said softly, your thumb rubbing against his jawbone gently, “You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted, I wouldn’t have agreed to any of this if it were any different,” you giggled.

“So if you want to be with me, then I’m right here, but if you don’t, then I’m probably just gonna keep wanting you,” You told him in a soft voice, sure that your own vulnerability was shining through at that moment.

He let out a soft laugh before yanking you forwards and wrapping his arms around you tightly, “How could anyone possibly not want to be with you?” he grinned as he pressed kisses all over your face.

 You giggled loudly as he rolled you onto your side, tucking the blanket around you as he pressed a small kiss to your forehead.

You couldn’t help the smile that spread over your face at the action, so this is what it felt like when the person you wanted, wanted you back.

the suggs;


this took so long but i guess it was worth it :)

Jack Maynard Imagine - Parents know best

You opened your eyes, taking a few minutes to let them adjust to the sunlight. Lately, falling asleep while on car rides had become a common thing for you. You looked right to see Jack with his eyes fixed on the road, oblivious to the fact that you had woken up.

You yawned and rubbed your eyes before feeling a hand on your leg “Slept well?” he asked, as he looked briefly at you before giving you a small smile.

“Not bad” you said, looking at the GPS and seeing that you were twenty minutes away from Brighton.

Your best friend Jack had convinced - dragged - you to go to Brighton with him for the weekend. All your other close friends in London were back in their hometowns visiting their families, so you had nothing better to do. You weren’t in the mood to spend a whole weekend at home by yourself, anyway.

You had met Jack’s sister, Anna, before. A few months ago, she had stayed at Jack and Conor’s new apartment for the weekend, and the two of you immediately clicked. She reminded you so much of Jack, it was unreal. His parents, however, were a mystery to you. Conor couldn’t go with you, so at least you hoped Anna wasn’t away at a friend’s house or something: spending the weekend with Jack and his parents would just be too awkward.

But you thought you didn’t have reasons to be nervous about it. You weren’t Jack’s girlfriend, and you didn’t need to pass any kind of test to get his parents’ approval. Yet, it seemed to you as if you were slowly driving to death.

“Is Anna at home?” you eventually asked Jack, who was taking a sip of his fizzy drink.

“Yeah, I believe so” he answered “Why’d you ask?”

You shrugged “Just wanted to see her” you said, which wasn’t exactly a total lie. At least you knew there would be five of you.

Eventually, you pulled into Jack’s parents’ driveway, and you took a long while to admire the outside of his house. It reminded you so much of your own, you kind of wished your parents hadn’t booked that last-minute trip to Spain so you could visit them instead. However, when a young girl exited the house and walked towards your car, a bright smile on her face, your homesickness went away rather quickly.

“Y/N!” she called you as you opened the door to give her a hug. She wrapped her arms around your torso as you rested your chin on her head, a sudden smell of freshly washed hair hitting your nose.

“How are you, girl?” you asked her, mimicking the contagious smile on her face.

“I have so many things to tell you” she said excitedly, and you gave her that look girls gave each other when a juicy topic was about to come up. She nodded, as if she had read your mind, and you laughed.

“Hello Jack, my beloved and ridiculously hot brother, it’s nice to see you too” Jack said, imitating Anna’s voice, as he walked towards you with two bags on his hands.

Anna laughed and went to give her brother a hug “I’ve missed you as well, dickhead” the girl said. Jack rolled his eyes, but kissed the top of her head afterwards. You took your bag from his hands and walked into the Maynard household.

His parents turned out to be more than delighted with your presence. They confessed having watched your YouTube videos, and having burst out laughing more than once. The feeling of awkwardness you thought you’d have earlier, vanished as soon as they both pulled you into a hug.

Jack turned out to be the embarrassed one. As soon as you went upstairs to Anna’s bedroom for a quick catch-up, both of his parents had gone up to him, a suspicious smile on their faces.

“What?” Jack chuckled as he looked up at them from the sofa, his cat purring as he stroked her side.

“We really like Y/N” his mum said, taking a seat next to him. He already knew something was up. He gave them a look “I mean, we already liked her when we saw her on your videos, but she’s even nicer in person”

“Yeah…” Jack said, suspiciously. He let out another nervous laugh “Where are you going with his?” The silly smile on his face couldn’t go away. Whenever someone talked about you, his features immediately softened, and his lips curved up in a not so subtle smile.

“We are just saying” his dad spoke, his hands inside his pockets. Jack could tell he was nervous, because Conor did the exact same thing when something was on his mind “That she’s a really good influence for you. She seems sweet and down-to-eart, that’s all”

The cat jumped off the sofa, making Jack cross his arms “I’m…I’m glad you like her” Jack felt uncomfortable. Although you weren’t his girlfriend, you were the first girl Jack had ever brought home, friends and all. His parents were rather surprised when they saw you two got along so well, remaining just friends up to that day. Because for them, it was so obvious that their little boy had more than friendly feelings towards you, and they were surprised he hadn’t made a move yet.

“We do” his mum said, nodding happily “So, does she have a boyfriend or something?” she asked, trying to sound cool and casual, but she failed.

“Mum, I know where you’re going” Jack said, not being able to supress a laugh “Just drop it”

She gave her husband a knowing look. He nodded “Jack” he said “It’s fine if you like her, buddy. Your mum and I started off as good friends as well, it’s okay to admit it”

Jack’s heart skipped a beat, and he stood up abruptly “I’m going for a walk” he said, ready to leave, when his dad grabbed his arm “Buddy” his voice was friendly, yet firm. Jack stopped on his tracks.

He didn’t want to talk about it with his parents. Y/N was the first girl he had ever fallen for, and he was scared. He was sure that if he kept telling himself that he didn’t lilke her like that, his feelings would go away. But love didn’t work like that.

He turned his head to look at his parents, and after a long silence, he spoke again “I’m afraid I’d hurt her if I tell her” it came out as rather a whisper, but  his parents heard him perfectly.

His mum immediately pulled him into a hug, rubbing his back “Don’t be silly, Jack, please” she said, feeling the sadness on her son’s voice “Don’t you see how happy you make her?”

“I make her happy as a friend” Jack kept his voice low in case Anna and you decided to come downstairs “I’ve never had a girlfriend, I’m not good with feelings, I-”

“But there must be a reason why you like this girl so much, more than any other” his dad interrupted him. 

At that moment, Jack didn’t stop to think. He poured his feelings right there, in front of his parents, in a way he thought he’d never be able to do “I love how she’s so laid-back and crazy, yet she knows when to be serious” he blurted out “She’s also really funny, there has not been a day she hasn’t made me laugh. She’s sensible, and she takes care of me when I’m sick, which happens like, every day” he chuckled. His eyes were fixed on the floor “I don’t know, I just think I don’t deserve her, like, I’d just break her heart because I’m a fucking idiot”

“You don’t sound like an idiot when you talk about her” his mum said, grabbing his hand “Jack, the fact that you’ve never cared about a girl enough to stick with her doesn’t mean you’ll never be able to do it”

“In fact, you’ve done it already” his father added.

“Do you really think you’d hurt her?” his mum asked him “Because Conor told me not long ago that you almost got into a fist fight with a random guy at a club because he was all over her” 

Jack frowned “He told you?”

“It doesn’t matter, baby” his mum said, shaking her head “What matters is you look after her, and that’s no behaviour for someone who’d only hurt her if he’s with her”

Jack stayed silent for a moment, then nodded his head. His eyes were fixed on the floor again, too embarrassed by the topic to look at his parents “I like taking care of her” he said, almost whispering “And I’ve never felt that before for anyone”

His dad went up to him and clapped his back. There was no denying Jack was growing up, and his parents were glad it was because of such a lovely, kind-hearted girl “Why don’t you take her out for dinner tonight?” he suggested.

Suddenly, Anna and you irrumpted into the room, stopping abruptly at the sight of Jack with his parents “Did we interrupt something?” Anna asked, as she wasn’t used to see her brother looking so puppy-like. Soft eyes were uncommon for Jack, or so she thought.

“No, it’s fine, sweetheart” her mum said, smiling brightly at both of you “We were just catching up”

“We were as well” Anna said, turning her head to look at you. She winked “I was just about to ask Y/N when she was marrying Jack” she joked, making you blush.

“Anna, don’t be rude” her dad said, but he couldn’t deny he was amused by the situation. 

“It’s not like we were gonna invite you anyway” Jack spoke, putting an arm casually around your shoulders. He was back to his own sassy self again. Anna stuck her tongue at her brother before following her parents’ track to the kitchen area.

You then felt Jack’s lips pressed against the side of your head, a huge comfort speading inside your body. You loved when he did that “Wanna go out for dinner tonight?” he asked you, catching you off-guard “Just you and me”

You looked up at him, a small smile forming on your lips “Sounds great”

Anna entered the living room again, coughing as she walked past you “Wedding” she said after fakingly clearing her voice. Jack extended an arm to push her, and she ran away, laughing uncontrollably. 

“You’re not allowed to be the godmother to our children either” 

“And they’ll be bloody gorgeous” you added, making Jack push you  playfully as well. 

“They’ll just be weird if you’re their mum” Jack joked.

“You’ll love them anyways” you teased back.

“I love anything that has to do with you” he said, pulling you in for a hug.

“You’re stupid” you said, your head resting on his pounding chest.

“Shut up, Mrs. Maynard”

“What makes you think I’m taking your last name?”

“You love me way too much?” you hit him again. He grabbed your hands and put them around his neck. He planted a soft kiss on the tip of your nose

You smiled softly, still not used to all the things that boy made you feel “Maybe I do”

One Of The Boys || Jack Maynard

Originally posted by iheartmyyoutubers

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Summary: You meet the boys after a few months of dating Jack and end up getting along like a house on fire. 

Word Count: 971

Dedicated To: One of my absolute favourite buttercream authors @suggxmaynard​ , thank you for inspiring me to start this blog love♡

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They all look like they’re having fun
Joe’s drink seems to be really tasty🍻😊
Oli’s buzzing in the back😊
Anth’s into the photo
Conor… who ever knows what the hell he’s doing😂😂😂
Jack… same😂😂
Josh isn’t really into this picture😔😒
Caspar looks like he’s just farted😊😂
And Mikey’s just smelt it😂😂😂😂

Quickly : Jack Maynard Smut

(y/n is really close with conor but one night when he’s asleep she goes into the bathroom to find his horny brother)


You and Conor first met on a tinder date. At first you really fancied him, and over the last few months you have both taken it slow but have gotten really close. You have both discussed your commitment issues and Conor totally agrees. You would love to be a in a relationship with Conor, you really would, but you love the freedom of being single. You were a very sexual person and so you have many one night stands. The first time you and Conor had sex was after a night out together – it was such an amazing feeling to finally relieve all of the sexual tension that had been building up between the two of you. Lets just say you honestly struggled to walk the next day.

To be honest, yours and Conor’s relationship was a bit complicated. You were basically together, but sometimes you did get with other people. It did annoy you when Conor had sex with other girls because you did really like him – the jealousy would always bubble through your body yet you couldn’t do anything about it as you also slept with other people.

You both agreed not to kiss anyone in front of each other to rub it in your/his face. Conor always got jealous, too. One time when he caught you kissing a guy at Joe’s party it totally went off – the guy left with a nose bleed.

However, one thing that you really struggled with was Jack fucking Maynard. Conor’s little brother was the most irritating shit you had ever met. He always knew how to get under your skin and how to piss you off. You have no idea why he decided to be a dick to you the moment he met you, but he always has and you’re sure he always will.

It started off with little digs and rude comments that did actually offend you, but as you spent more time with Conor you realised what his brother was actually like. His comments did not offend you nowadays and you would normally tend to say something back – leading to an argument.

Conor normally laughed at your little arguments with Jack, but sometimes when they got too personal he’d have to stop them. Jack knew exactly how to wind you up and you hated it.

You were sat in your London apartment watching some TV when your phone buzzed. It was Conor.

‘What you doing tonight? Xx’

‘I have nothing planned, why? Xx’

‘Wanna come out? Me and the boys xx’

‘Sure xx’

‘Good, get ready and meet us at ours in an hour? Xx’

‘An hour? I cant get ready in an hour!! X’

‘Well hurry then babe ;) xx’

You sighed and put your phone on the side. Walking to your wardrobe, you thought about what you were going to wear tonight. You didn’t even know where you were going – most probably a club.

1 hour and 23 minutes later, you were in an uber on the way to Conor’s. You had chosen to wear a simple black dress. But you were starting to doubt it as it was really tight and showed your chest off a lot. You had to keep pulling it up at the top.

You thanked your driver and stepped out of the car, buzzing the apartment you needed and making your way up. It was quite hard to walk in the shoes you were wearing as they were so high. When you walked in, all the boys were there.

“Hey Y/N!” Joe greeted you as he was the first one to see you.

“Hi!” You replied just as Conor spotted you. The music was up quite loud so it was no surprise that the others didn’t hear you come in.

“About time.” Conor laughed when he reached you, pressing a quick kiss to your lips and wrapping his arms around your waist. His hair was in it’s usual style and Conor was wearing a white t shirt under a black leather jacket along with some black ripped skinny jeans.

“I’m only like 20 minutes too late!” You defended yourself, snaking your arms up around Conor’s neck.

“Mmh whatever.” He hummed and kissed you again. He lightly pushed you up against the front door as the kiss got more intense and that’s when you had to pull away, shooting him a warning look to say not in front of his friends.

“Can we go now? Oh hi Y/N!” Caspar said, sending a small wave to you.

“Hi Casp.” You smiled.

“Right, lets go then.” Conor said quickly before grabbing your hand and opening the door.

“What is up with you?” You asked Conor as you were walking back down the steps of his apartment block.

“Nothing. You just look really good tonight.” He grinned, tightening his grip on your hand.

-

When you all finally got to the club, Jack insisted that everyone does shots. You all sat in the corner around a large table, of course you were next to Conor. Jack arrived to the table with a tray full of shots as everyone cheered and took one.

Throwing your head back, you downed the shot quickly. The alcohol burned your throat and you pulled a disgusted face. Everyone sat at the table for a while, enjoying their drinks.

“I wanna look for some girls.” Jack told everyone as he slammed his empty cup down on the table.

“Of course you do.” You snorted, not thinking he would hear. But when you saw his eyes connect with yours as he pulled an evil look, you knew he had heard you.

“Excuse me?” Jack asked.

“Nothing.” You smiled sarcastically at him. You felt Conor’s hand go to your thigh.

“Didn’t think so, slag.” Jack replied.

“What the fuck did you call me?” You felt yourself getting more and more angry at him as he sat there with a smug look plastered across his face.

“Oh, you didn’t hear me? I called you a slag.”

“Says you?! Jack you have slept with way more people than I have so I don’t really think you’re in a position to call me a slag.” You argued back, taking a sip of your wine.

“All I’m saying is I know a slag when I see one.” He put his hands up, trying to look innocent.

“And all I’m saying is you’re a dick head. Go find a girl then, like you wanted.” You said to him, wanting nothing more than for him to go away.

“I’d rather stay here and piss you off.” He grinned. For a second, you almost smiled back. You hated yourself for it – but you secretly found Jack very attractive, and when he grins at you like this it makes your heart melt a little.

“Right, well you two can stay here and argue but I’m going to have a good time.” Conor announced as he finished his drink.

You hadn’t even noticed, but everyone else had gone to dance. Conor got up, pressed a kiss to your cheek and went to join the others on the dance floor. For some reason, Jack scooted closer to you on the seat.

“Notice how he didn’t even defend you? Because he knows you’re a slag.” Ouch. Jack’s words hurt you a lot, but you wouldn’t let him know that.

“Shut up.” You mumbled, feeling yourself becoming weaker in this argument.

“You know I’m right. It’s why he doesn’t want you to be his girlfriend,” Jack came even closer. “He just wants you to stick around so he can have sex on tap.”

“Fuck off, Jack, seriously.” You sighed.

“I’m his brother, so I would know.” He added, placing a hand on your thigh which suddenly made your breathing increase.

“You’re just trying to wind me up. Stop.” You replied, pushing his hand off and turning to try and locate Conor. Your heart dropped when you spotted him, dancing very intimately with a brunette. You quickly looked away, knowing that they’ll be kissing any time soon and you didn’t want to put yourself through that.

“See? He doesn’t fucking want you.” Jack growled, his lips so close to your ear. You felt so fucking hurt, the alcohol and Jack’s words were really getting to you and you hated it.

Suddenly, you felt Jack’s lips against your neck. This is the last thing that you had expected to happen. As he kissed and nipped at your skin with his soft lips, your eyes fluttered closed and you felt yourself biting down onto your bottom lip. This was Conor’s younger brother doing this – and you suddenly felt super guilty when you felt your underwear getting damp.

“Jack,” You breathed. “What the fuck are you doing?”

Jack pulled away from you and you almost whined at the loss of contact. He stared at you for a few seconds with no expression, just blinking. You didn’t know what the hell he was thinking but you weren’t sure if you wanted to know.

“I just came over to say that if I were you two, I wouldn’t be doing that. Conor is just over there.” You looked up to see Joe, drink in his hand and a concerned look on his face.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about, mate.” Jack replied as he stood to his feet.

“Just saying.” Joe replied, holding his hands up as though he was defending himself.

-

The night was coming to an end and you all made your way out the uber. After your little incident with Jack, you decided to spend the night with Josh and Joe, downing lots more shots and dancing like idiots. They both made you laugh a lot, helping the fact that Conor was in the corner busy with another girl. Thankfully, Conor climbed into the uber by himself.

“Hey babe.” He slurred, pressing a sloppy kiss to your cheek.

You almost wanted to push him away. But you remembered the rules, Conor wasn’t doing anything wrong and you weren’t in a relationship. Jack’s words came back to you, stinging a little. As the uber had to fit all of you in, it was kind of like a mini bus and so you had to sit opposite someone. Unlucky for you, you were sat opposite Jack.

“Had a good night?” Conor asked you, rubbing your thigh.

“Yeah it was alright. You?” You replied, sending him a small smile.

“Really?” Jack snorted, interrupting your conversation with Conor. “Of course he did, did you see him with that girl? Mate, she was a solid nine out of ten!”

As Conor laughed at his brothers words, you felt yourself doubting your relationship with Conor more and more – but that was the thing, you Conor weren’t in a relationship. Maybe it was just Jack messing with you tonight or it was your true feelings coming out because you were drunk. You’ll just have to see how you feel about the situation in the morning.

“Stay over?” Conor asked you as the uber was nearing his, Jack and Josh’s apartment block. “Please?”

“OK.” You agreed.

Even though your head was a mess right now, the chance to have sex with Conor was something you’d never turn down. That boy was amazing in bed, you could not get enough. He laced your fingers together and smiled at you when you agreed.

It was a nice feeling to finally get home (to Conor’s) after the club. You had no idea what the time was and you were still feeling a bit drunk. When you all got inside, you immediately went to Conor’s room and got out of your clothes, throwing on a t shirt of his and leaving your legs bare – his t shirt came down to your mid thighs anyway.

You went and joined the three boys in the living room where they were eating a cold pizza from dinner. Josh and Jack were sat on the sofa and Conor was laying down on the rug, next to the coffee table as he was munching on a slice of pizza.

“Is Conor alright?” You laughed, noticing how drunk he actually was.

“Think he’s had a few too many shots tonight.” Josh replied as you took a slice of pizza.

You looked over at Jack – instantly regretting it. Even though he had his phone up in front of him, as though he was on it, his eyes were on you. He looked up and down your body before his tongue poked out, swiping across his bottom lip.

Not only did this make your cheeks go bright red, but it also sent wondrous feelings straight to your core. You tried to ignore Jack as you all finished up the pizza, just scrolling through your phone and watching the TV.

The time was 2:34 when Conor picked himself up off the floor and announced he was going to bed. You almost sighed at the fact that Conor was clearly too drunk to have sex tonight. You probably should have just gone home instead of agreeing to stay round.

“I’m also going to head. Night you guys.” Josh spoke up and you Jack both replied saying good night to him.

About ten minutes had passed and you had had enough of the tension within the room. You wanted to ask Jack why he kissed your neck earlier, but you had a strong feeling he was just trying to mess with you. With a sigh, you got up and headed off to the bathroom to brush your teeth, leaving Jack alone.

You shut the door of the bathroom, not bothering to lock it as you never did. You decided to quickly style your hair into a single French plait before bed, helping yourself for tomorrow. You wiped all your make up off of your face and quickly cleansed it, using a face scrub that was there.

When you started to brush your teeth, the door flew open, revealing Jack in nothing but his boxers.

“What are you doing? I’m using the bathroom.” You told him, having to take the tooth brush out of your mouth.

“Well, you’re taking too long and I need to brush my teeth too.” He replied.

“You’re so annoying.” You rolled your eyes at him, carrying on brushing your teeth.

However, when Jack leaned over to grab his toothbrush, you felt something hard poke into your ass. Your eyes widened when you came to realisation that Jack had a hard on.

“Jack!” You squealed.

“What? It’s not my fault.” He shrugged.

“Well, it is your fault.” You replied.

“No it’s not.”

He leaned into your again, his hard member poking into your ass once again. It was kind of turning you on a little bit – OK, a lot.

“Stop pressing it into me, seriously.” You warned him.

“You’re the one taking up all the room, I can’t get to the sink.” He pointed out, gesturing to the fact that you were in front of him.

“I was here first!” You defended yourself.  You felt Jack’s hand go to the bottom of the shirt you were wearing, pulling it up a little so that your ass was now on show. “What the fuck?”

“I didn’t mean to do that.” He lied, grinning a little bit as he leaned into you more.

He knew exactly what he was doing. He was teasing you – and it was working.

“Jack, what are you doing?” You turned round so that you were fully facing him now, he looked good. His hair was now messy, his bare chest and stomach was exposed which was possibly the hottest thing you had ever seen and his length was so visible as it was straining against his boxers.

“Nothing, why?” He replied, ignoring the fact that his hard cock was against your ass.

“Can you please get rid of that, or do something!” You groaned.

“How am I supposed to get rid of it? It’s not like I can do anything with you in the room.” He defended.

“At least stop pressing it into me.”

When you turned around, trying to carry on with your teeth, you felt Jack’s hands on your hips.

“Unless you wanna help me out a bit.” He mumbled into your ear.

“Are you serious? You’re Conor’s little brother and he’s literally in the room over there. Don’t be ridiculous.” You replied quickly, even though a huge part of you wanted to say yes – you were aching for him at this point, literally soaked.

“Shame. Would have loved to take you right here against the kitchen sink. So fucking hard for you right now, Y/N…” Jack groaned out, pressing his hard on into you once again.

This was when you almost lost it. His words went straight to your core, and you pressed back into him, hoping to get some friction between your legs. Fucking the little brother of the guy you were seeing was such a hot concept to you, and you were so fucking horny right now.

“Fine!” You gave in, dropping your toothbrush in the sink.

“Fine?” Jack repeated, sending you a questioning look in the mirror.

“You can fuck me quickly.” You clarified, grabbing the sides of your underwear and pulling them down your legs before pulling your – Conor’s – t shirt up.

You put one leg up onto the counter, allowing Jack to have a better access to your soaked pussy. You felt his fingers go your exposed slit, collecting your wetness.

“Fucking hell, see how wet you are for me. You’ve always wanted me to fuck me, haven’t you? You’re so dirty.”

You ignored his words as he pulled his length out of his boxers, pumping himself a little before pushing himself into you. His actions made you hiss at the feeling, trying to get used to his size. Both of his hands went to your bare ass, one of them slapping down onto the exposed skin.

As Jack slammed in and out of you, you couldn’t help but watch the scene unfold in the mirror in front of you. Jack’s eyes were screwed shut and he was biting down onto his bottom lip. What a sight.

The fact that you were in the bathroom, being fucked by his little brother than actually laying in bed with Conor right now made you feel a bit guilty. But the pleasure was too good for you to care right now.

Going on birth control was one of the best things that you had decided to do as the feeling of Jack’s bare cock against your skin was amazing. He started to hit your g-spot with every thrust and you had to refrain from moaning out. His grip on your ass was getting tighter and tighter but it felt good.

You gripped onto the sides of the sink as Jack roughly thrusted in and out of your soaked pussy. You copied Jack, biting down onto your lip to try and stop yourself from moaning. When the pleasure got too intense, you felt yourself draw blood from your own lip.

“Y/N, babyyyyy…” Jack moaned, keeping a good rhythm with his hips as he fucked you from behind.

“Oh my god.” You breathed out, trying your absolute hardest to stay quiet.

You felt one of Jack’s hands creep up your t shirt and take one of your breasts in his hand, squeezing before roughly massaging. This only added to the pleasure and you loved the feeling of Jack touching your body. He knew exactly how to handle a woman and it only excited you more. For a second you found yourself wishing that it was Jack you went on that first tinder date with a not Conor.

You didn’t think the sex could feel any better until Jack’s hand left your chest and went to your clit, rubbing his fingers over the skin at an impressive pace. This was when you really struggled to stay quiet.

“Fuck, Jack, oh…” You moaned quietly, even though you really wanted to scream out his name so everyone could hear.

“Conor could never fuck you as good as this, could he?” Jack asked. When you didn’t reply, his hand slapped your ass again before repeating himself, “Could he?”

“N-no.” You stuttered out, your whole body moving with Jack’s as he picked up the pace.

“Baby I’m-.”

Jack calling you baby honestly made your heart melt. You knew exactly what he was going to say as you felt his thrusts getting sloppy before you felt a warm liquid running down the back of your leg. He continued to move in and out of you a few more times, patiently waiting for you to finish.

As Jack continued to work faster on your clit, you felt yourself high your high as your orgasm washed over you. Keeping your mouth shut, you let out a small cry as it was the most intense orgasm a man has ever given you.

“Oh my god, Jack.” You breathed out when he pulled out of you.

You turned around so you were now facing him again. His eyes looked tired and his cheeks were flushed red.

“Thank you.” He said to you as he tried to catch his breath.

You smiled before stepping towards him and pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. Jack’s eyes fluttered closed and savoured this moment with you. You felt your stomach do flips as Jack wrapped his arms around your waist, deepening the kiss. And that’s when you knew which Maynard you really wanted to be with.

Master List.

Joe

Forgotten

Roses

These Things Happen

Drunken Kisses

Promise

Spiked

I’m Back

Jack

Sound Asleep

Panic

Panic (Part 2)

Jealousy

Every Single Little Thing

Proud

What Are Brothers For?

Not Feeling It

Too Good

House Party

Youtuber Whispers

You Never Know

Conor

Heartbroken

Heartbroken (Part 2)

Don’t Exaggerate

What Are Brothers For?

Good Enough?

It’s A …

Caspar

Anniversary

Josh

Encouragement

Jaspar

Out In The Open

Whipped

Games || Jack Maynard Imagine

Everyone knew of the games that Jack and I played. We held competitions, on who could get the most numbers in one night, on who could get a boyfriend or girlfriend first. But the game that I decided I wanted to play would be one to remember.

It was a typical Monday night, all of the buttercreams were at Joe’s catching up on each other’s lives. The boys were waiting for the game of the week to be announced.

“So now the time you’ve all been waiting for,” I say standing up in front of the boys.

“Whats our game this week?” Jack asks taking a swig of his drink.

“Wait,” Joe begins, “Even you don’t know what this weeks game is?” Jack shakes his head in reply.

“Please, keep talking,” I roll my eyes, “Anyway, this week’s game won’t only be for a week. It will be until one of us loses.”

Jack looks at me skeptically. I laugh at his confusion.

“Now I shall explain, How long have you been single Maynard?”

“Fuck you,” He says laughing, “Four years.”

“Ditto,” I say making the boys gasp, “So let’s play a game, lets date, let’s hold hands, let’s kiss, let’s call each other pet names, let’s pretend to be a couple. The catch? Whoever falls in love first losses.”

Jack smirks, “Oh I don’t think you’ll be able to resist, love.”

“You up for the challenge?” I say confidently.

“Game on Y/L/N,” Jack says standing up,  offer out my hand for him to shake. But instead, he places his lips on mine. Stepping away from me a few seconds later we each face the boys.

“Let’s lay down the rules.”

“Rule number one,” Jack begins, “You must tell the other when you fall.”

“Rule number two,” Joe say excitedly, “Social media can’t know that this is a game.”

Nodding my head, “Rule number three, this has to be a public relationship.”

“Rule number four, don’t flirt with anyone else,” Josh adds.

“Any more rules?” I ask the rest of the boys.

“Seems like a fair game, Girlfriend,” Jack jokes throwing an arm lazily around my shoulder.

“Wait,” Caspar says opening his phone, “Let’s get the ‘announcement photo’.”

Jack and I pose, neither of us facing the camera, my hair covering the majority of my face and my hand place on his cheek as our lips mend together. One of the boys takes the photo on each of our phones. We pull away.

“Not bad,” he jokes.

Later on that night the photos are posted with blank captions.

What I like

Disclaimer: None of this is mine. This is just a list of other peoples work that I love. If I put something of you in here and you don’t want me, send me a message and I will remove it x

LOCKSCREENS

By @sydneyxix

Team Behz/ Team Skrr/ Oh Neil // KSI SUCKS (W2S) // KSI’S LITTLE BROTHER (Miniminter) // Creature (KSI) // Transforming (KSI) // Miniminter quotes // Call me out // Vikkstar123 quotes // Vobi quotes // Josh outbursts part 1/ part 2 // Sidemen 

By @dtfminiminter

Miniminter quotes // part 2  

By @sdmntay

SDMN part one // part two 


IMAGINES

By @maynardmayhem 

Only a kiss - JM 

By @conor-maynard-imagines

Hurt I // Hurt II - CM // Why you? - CM // Nightmare - CM // Panic - CM // Tour - CM

By @conorshickey

Paps - CM

By @buttercream-squad-trash

You’re single - JM // Hate - CM // Whipped - CM // Smash or pass - JM // 

By @buttercream-imagines

A nice fan account - JM // Bath time for two - JM // Don’t freak out - JM // Like a virgin - JM

By @iheartmyyoutubers

Night chats - JM // Sleep deprivation - CM 

By @conorpmaynard 

Close as strangers - CM // Not worth the tears - JM // Don’t cry - JM // Overreacting - JS // Silent treatment - JS // Did they hurt you? - JM

By @idyllicsugg

So glad you’re home - CM

By @suggyimaginesx

It hurts - JS // Secret - JS // At my best - JS

By @writting-sugg

Rumors - JS // Waves - JS // Two years - JS

By @calcumshot

Party animal meets depression - CF // Rescued - SM // You’re toxic part one // part two - TL/JJ // Stressed - HL // Always you - SM

By @thatcherjoesuggimagines

Award show arse - JS

By @lovingfreezy

Just friends - CF // Right person, wrong time part one // part two - SM

By @simplysdmn

Notice - CF // Feelings - CF // Looked cute - SM

By @wroetominter

Cold - SM // Stressed - SM

By @mini-zerk-her

Maybe it’s my fault - CF

By @padds3

She will part one // part two - SM

By @cloecox

The storm before the calm - JS

By @sdmn-melts

Stress - SM // Protective -SM // Help? - SM // Out of the way - SM

By @sydneyxix

The charity match - SM //  He knows part one // part two - SM

By @blueminter

Caught in the act - SM // Insecure - SM // He relaxes you - SM // You self-harm - SM // He gets jealous part one // part two - SM // You fight, you promise - SM // Cards against Y-N - SM // Surprise? - SM // He thinks you’re planning to end it - SM // You’re on your period - HL 

By @littlepuddingsugg

Just a feeling - JS

Computer -Jack Maynard-

Pairing: Reader/Jack Maynard

Requested: By myself:)

Rating: NSFW content and mature language

Prompt: You are in desperate need of a computer, and your good friend, Jack Maynard, lends you his. What you find, is a dirty little secret of his most recent open tab.

A/N: Ok, because this is a multi fandom account, and Jack Maynard is the love of my life, I felt like a needed to write a little smutty drabble on my favorite Youtuber. I really like this prompt that I came up with, and Jack is too hot to not through smut into the imagines I write about him. And, the world needs a bit more of rough Jack Maynard smut anyways. I hope you enjoy me finally updating!


You bursted through the door of your close friends Jack, Josh, and Conor’s flat, tossing your purse to the floor and waltzed through your almost ‘second home’. You padded into the living space, seeing a single boy sprawled along the couch with his eyes glued to his phone screen.

“Ello Jack!” You greeted the blond haired boy, leaning over the cushions to tousle his hair teasingly.

You treated the three that occupied this flat as though they were your brothers, goofing off and irritating them beyond belief. Though, they always enjoyed having your company and rarely complained about your aggravating attitude towards them. If anything, it was a good balance to have you around and liven up their lives just slightly. And since you lived alone, the silence causes you to slink away to their flat on a regular day basis to find some comfort in having other bodies around. Jack shot you a glare as he ran his fingers through his now mussed locks. 

“Hi Y/N.” He muttered in return, having some decency to acknowledge your presence after your obnoxious actions.

“Are Josh or Conor around?” You cocked your head to the side, wondering why the flat was overtaken with silence when it was usually bustling about with rowdy boys.

“They’re out. Dunno where, but won’t be home until late.” He responded, gaze still latched onto his screen.

“May I use your computer? Mine is a wreck and I need to do a couple tasks for work.” You questioned him, but already rushed off to his room before he could respond with allowing you to or not, only hearing a muffled grumble from the lazy boy. 

You padded into his room, perching yourself on the stool near his desk to continue your work that was rudely interrupted by your useless computer. Your fingers flipped open the laptop belonging to Jack, only for obscene noises to emit from the speakers. With a squeak, you slammed the computer shut, a rosy pink dusting your cheeks at the sexual moans that spilled from the device. For a moment, you were stricken with embarrassment, wanting to slink out of the flat as soon as you could with the filthy noises you heard and the thought of why that would be the open tab on the blond’s computer. But, that feeling faded when curiosity snatched you up in its’ ensnaring claws. It irked you to reopen the computer and investigate the lewd sounds further.

So, with a rapid pace, you opened the computer once more, muting the noises so that Jack wouldn’t come investigating into his room and catch you red-handed doing this dirty deed of searching through this open tab. Your gaze landed upon a screen of a man, his locks coated with sweat and pinned to his forehead, having his tongue planted along a woman’s clit. With widened lids, you watched intently as his tongue spun circles around her core, the camera panning to the blond woman’s face to gage her reaction to the ministrations happening on her pussy. Blunt ivories caught your bottom lip at the sight, as your eyes flicked up to the search bar that caught your rapt attention. The words ‘Daddy Kink’ were typed into the pornography site’s search bar, and that caused a hysterical laugh to escape your throat. Jack Maynard has a daddy kink? Oh, this is golden material to get under his skin once more. You quickly paused the video and skipped back into the living room where Jack was still laying down, unmoving as he scrolled through Instagram. You flopped down on the chair adjacent to him, placing your chin onto your fist as you grinned over at him, the dirty information itching to spill out of you mouth at any second.

“What?” He eyed you curiously, wondering why you are acting like such a dork and gazing at him oddly.

“Oh nothing, just saw something quite interesting.” Your grin stretched even wider, if that was possible, and Jack rested his phone on his chest to look at you, brow arched as he waited you to spill what you were on about.

“I was on your computer, and noticed a fascinating video was open.” You rambled on, not exactly touching on what you were so giddy about.

You noted that Jack shifted his position so he was sitting up more, a look of horror flashing across his features as he slowly caught on to your story.

“You did not…” His eyes were wide with fear at the thought of you searching  through his stash of porn that he accidentally still had up on his dash.

“I can’t believe you have a daddy kink!” You finally hollered, delving into a fit of uncontrollable giggles.

Jack just groaned, shoving his face into his hands out shame. He didn’t even want to look at you now that you knew his dirty little secret.

“Y/N, why’d you have to look through my stuff!?” He yelled with exasperation, a deep crimson flush crawling up his neck and face.

“I’m sorry, but it was just too good Jack!” You got out through your snickering, clutching onto your stomach as it started to ache in pain at the amount of laughing.

“Not fucking cool bro.” He huffed, crossing his arms over his chest as he fumed silently, still locking eyes with you as he focused on the window to the outside world, too humiliated to look at you.

“Aw, don’t pout daddy.” You poked at him, throwing in the silly word just to irk him once again.

His eyes darted towards you in response to that name you gave him, nostrils flaring as he blinked a couple of times.

“Y/N.” His tone was laced with warning, as though he didn’t want you to call him that.

“Oh, sorry daddy.” You were tossed into another fit of laughter at his reaction.

“I’m serious Y/N, don’t call me that.” He ground out, jaw clenched harshly as he eyed you carefully.

“Ok, ok, I won’t… daddy.” And that was all it took for him to jump out of his seat and pin you again the chair, his arms placed on either side of you so you couldn’t escape, gaze latched onto yours as he heaved through his nose.

“I said don’t call me that. Unless you want to get me hard, which I expect you to fix.” His eyes flickered between both of yours, looking to you expectantly.

It was as though he so desperately wanted that word to tumble past your lips once more. Your breaths intermingled in this oddly intimate moment, your eyes searching his clouded ocean irises. You could feel the heat radiating off of him as her towered over your enraptured body, your tongue darting out and flicking over your bottom lip as the two of you relished in the sexual tension resonating between you both. You were in a pit of astonishment at his words, never expecting such explicit things to be directed your way, but it made your legs clench together and your heart to stumble over itself. You only viewed Jack in a light of a close friend and a brother, seeing him at his strangest and goofiest times to never eye him with attraction, but this was different. It wasn’t like you were inches away from your best friend, but from a gorgeous boy that had the urge to take you right then and there. You were too caught up in this pool of lust and yearning to even understand the next few words you uttered.

“But I like calling you that, daddy.” Your tone dropped an octave, the word not being uttered to tease and mock your best friend, but to have this incredibly attractive man pin you to this chair and fuck you into oblivion.

That seemed to cause something to snap within the blond boy, face rushing towards you as he captured your lips with his in a heated kiss. One of his hands found a resting spot along your collarbone, thumb gently pressing into your windpipe while his lips stole the air directly from your lungs. It was a hungry kiss, teeth clashing and tongues intertwining rapidly. He yanked you from your sitting position to now shove you aggressively against the nearby wall. Your head smacked against the wall, causing you to wince, but you were so caught up in the sweet taste of Jack’s mouth and his hands touching your bare skin to care about your throbbing head. As the boy sucked harshly on your tongue, his fingers tugged at your jeans, hastily trying to get them down your legs. With a little assistance from you, your jeans were now discarded on the floor and his lips found a new destination along the hollow of your throat, suckling on the exposed skin there, leaving spindling marks in his wake.

“Jack.” You sighed, fingers intertwining with his thick blonde locks, tugging on them gently as he laved at your skin.

“Not my name, princess.” He hummed, pulling away from his attack on your skin to gaze you with droopy eyes and swollen lips.

“Sorry daddy.” You almost cringed at the lewd sounding sentence in this context, the blush once more returning to your face when the full realization of what you two were partaking in crashed over you like a wave.

“Wait, wait Jack.” Your hands that were fiddling with his blond tendrils were now gently shoving against his chest so he would halt his attacks on your neck.

“Hm? What? Are you ok?” Worry pooled in his eyes as he gazed at you in concern, hoping he didn’t bother or hurt you in anyway.

“Yeah, yes, it’s just… Jack, this is weird. We are best friends. Best friends don’t do this.” Your bottom lip was ensnared between your teeth once more, chewing on it out of nervousness for his response.

“Screw being best friends, Y/N. I want you so bad, and I know you want me too.” Honesty dripped from his admittance and damn, if that didn’t soak your panties.

You leapt on him, gathering the dominance reigns into your clutches as you battled his lips. It was more bite, than kiss, the burning urgency causing your head to swirl and heart to throb at the intensity of it all. Your hands curl around his neck, tugging him closer, if that was even possible, your teeth scraping at his lower lip. He snapping back, bruising, grinding your lips against your teeth as he forces his tongue to dip into your mouth. There is a coppery taste that intermingles with the flavor of his saliva, and you couldn’t tell if it was his or yours, but you didn’t let it faze you. By this point, you threw all common sense to the wind, and let this intoxicating boy have his way with you. His fingers tugged at the hem of your shirt, an exasperated sound emitting from him as he tried so desperately to rid you of it. You broke the ravaging kiss to toss your shirt aside, his clothes soon following in return. 

“Let me taste you.” Those few words caused chills to race their way down your spine and a warmth pool heavily between your thighs.

“Ugh, yes please.” You groaned out in need, as though you would tumble into a pit of insanity if his tongue wasn’t on you in the next few seconds.

He dropped to his knees at your plead, eager to follow through with his request. As his fingertips danced along the waistband of your not-so-sexy panties, seeing as you weren’t fully prepared for this encounter, his lips grazed along your protruding hipbone, barely touching the skin along there. Goosebumps trailed along behind each scrape of his delicious lips as he settled between your thighs. This was not the time for him to tease you with delicate kisses placed along your thighs and hips, so close to where you were throbbing for him, but yet, so far away.

“Jack, come on.” You hissed, impatient with his dragging kisses around your pulsing centre.

“Mm, princess, wrong name.” He hummed against your stomach, fingertips gently brushing along your clothed clit.

“D-daddy, come on. I need you.” You were past the point of frustration, and that about pushed you past you breaking point as you glowered down at the boy.

With those words, Jack ripped off your panties, the shreds tumbling to the floor as he finally, thankfully, delved his tongue into your dripping pussy. Your breath was stolen from you in that moment as his lips encased your clit and gave it a harsh suck. As he nestled himself between your thighs, it was like he was meant to be placed there. Like this was eventually going to occur and he finally found his favorite location to be placed, ravaging your core. Ecstasy beyond anything you’ve ever experienced spread through your entire being while he licked, sucked, and kissed places you’ve never knew could cause such pleasure. Your steady breaths’ grew to you heaving, gulping in the chilled air surrounding you too as though you were drowning in the bliss of his mouth on you. As his lips nipped and suckled at your clit, his fingers danced along the entrance of you, a single finger entered inside of you. Miserable squeaks and cries tumbled past your lips as your eyes clenched shut out of the spiraling pleasure that this boy gave you. As his finger curled and plunged in the depths of your centre, you felt your stomach tighten and spindle itself into a multitude of knots, an orgasm fast approaching.

“Daddy, I’m, I’m about to-” Your warning was immediately cut off by Jack removing himself from between your legs, a growl of disappointment leaving you as your orgasm tampered off.

“What the fuck?” You narrowed your eyes at the blond youtuber, watching him rise to your feet, your juices smeared along his swollen lips.

“I can’t wait any longer, I need to be inside of you.” He snarled out, dropping his boxers to reveal his hardened and wanting member.

Your gaze was caught on the thick cock that he sported, tongue flickering along your lips at the sight. You decided your lost orgasm was worth him fucking you into oblivion. As he turned to search through his wallet for a well needed condom, you unclipped your bra from your chest, standing before Jack fully naked for the first time. As he spun on his heel to return to taking you as his, his jaw seemed to unhinge from his mouth, eyes drinking in your nude body. For a split second, your self-consciousness seeped back into your mind, and you moved to cover yourself before the blond’s words stopped you.

“Damn, you are so fucking gorgeous.” He groaned, rolling the condom smoothly onto his length as his eyes returned to yours.

A grin spread across your lips at the compliment, sauntering towards him, hips swinging slightly as you slung your arms around his neck.

“I need you to fuck me, right now.” You stated, fingers fiddling with the hair along the back of his neck.

He didn’t need to hear anything else escape your full and delicious lips as he gripped onto your hips, hoisting you up so your slender legs could wrap themselves around his waist. His lips attached to yours once more, though, this kiss was sweeter than the one before. Your lips waltzed along with one another, his tongue dipping between your lips, exploring your mouth as though this would be the last time he ever could be this intimate with you and he wanted to remember each part of you. As his cock plunged into you, a drawn out moan escaped your throat, and was gulped down by Jack’s mouth. The kiss grew with passion and intensity as his hard member dragged along within you, hitting each of the right spots. Your nails tenderly ran along his rippling shoulder muscles, a soft gasp emitting from him at the slight pain caused from your action. He rocked his hips at a languid rhythm, the intense and raging moment you guys were partaking in earlier changing into an emotional and sweet occurrence. This wasn’t a lust filled moment between you two, but something more. Something that meant more than just fucking. 

“Jack, I’m close.” You signaled to your friend, as his thrusts picked up their pace slightly to bring you closer to tumbling over the edge.

“Me too.” He hummed, a hand tailing down the length of your body and fervently rubbed circles along your sensitive bundle of nerves.

You chased the high that was millimeters away, moans echoing through the barren apartment as you were tossed into the pit of your orgasm. As your legs trembled from the intensity of it, Jack followed closely behind as your walls clenched around him. His thrusts allowed the two of you to come off of your highly slowly, dragging out the earth shattering pleasure that caused you to see white and your eyes to roll into the back of your head. Soon, he pulled out off of him, gently placing you on the floor. You gripped onto his bicep as your quivering legs were untrustworthy in this moment.

“Wow.” Was all you could let out, chest heaving from intensity of what had just occurred. 

“That was…” Jack trailed off, not knowing how to follow up with that world crumbling sex.

“That was amazing.” You admitted fully, eyes catching his as you glanced up at him.

A grin tugged along his puffy lips, nodding his head in agreement. A peaceful silence settled between the two as you cleaned up your mess. 

“So, what now?” You questioned, perching yourself next to the boy on the couch after a well deserved shower, his shirt draped along your naked body.

He tugged you closer, so that you were nestled up against him, fingers running along your arm as he thought for a moment.

“I don’t know.” His shoulders rose and fell in a shrug, really not knowing what would occur after this.

“I still can’t believe you have a daddy kink.” You snickered once more, looking up at him as he shot you a glare.

“Oh fuck off, you love it.”


Well that was hot as fuck.

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Youtuber Whispers |Jack Maynard|

Summary -  Can you do an imagine where Jack proposes to the reader whilst doing a youtuber whispers with the rest of the guys?

Word Count - 1,787

Warnings - N/A


“Right, so you guys know the plan?” Jack asked, letting out a deep sigh.

Joe rolled his eyes and nodded. “Yes, you’ve told us a million times what we’re doing Jack, will you just calm down?”

Jack glared at Joe and shook his head. “When you get a girlfriend, and you’re planning to do this, if I tell you to calm down do you actually think it’s going to work?”

Joe stayed quiet for a few seconds before nodding. “Okay, point taken.”

Jack chuckled quietly to himself and sat down on the sofa next to Joe and Oli.

“Are you nervous?” Caspar asked, looking up from his phone.

“Shitting myself to be honest.” Jack chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. The nerves were showing to be honest and Jack knew that his friends knew him well enough to know that there was no point of him trying to hide how nervous he was.

“What if she says no?” Mikey asked, looking over at Jack as Josh nudged him hard in the ribs.

“What was that for?” Mikey whined, rubbing his side.

“Y/N isn’t going to say no Jack, just ignore Mikey. What does he know about relationships anyway?” Caspar chuckled, smiling encouragingly at Jack whose mind was now wondering about Mikey’s question.

What if the answer was no? How would Jack even react? What would he say, and how embarrassing would that be infront of all of his friends, and his brother?

Jack tried his very hardest to push that thought to the back of his mind but it stayed where it was, stuck in the front of his mind as if it was a grey cloud on a sunny day.

“Anyway,” Joe started, knowing that what Mikey had said was starting to bug Jack. “Should we start getting the camera and lights set up before Y/N gets here?”

Jack simply nodded and said nothing, standing up as Josh started to move the table in the middle of the room, to the side of the room against the wall so they would have more room.

Jack and Conor didn’t exactly have a box room as a living room, but they obviously needed a bit more space when there were 8 people filming in one room.

Jack moved a few things around, mainly picking up Conor’s clothes that he had left around the room while Joe was kind enough to set his camera up.

“When is Y/N getting here then?” Caspar asked Jack, snapping him out of his daydream.

“Conor has just gone to pick her up from the station.” Jack smiled half heartedly.

Mikey’s comment was still pestering Jack, and it wasn’t the fact that Mikey had said it. It was just about if he was right, what if the answer was no?

Shaking his head, once again Jack tried to shove the thought out of his mind and focus on the question in mind.

“Right, I’ve set everything up. Just gotta move one more thing out of the room.” Joe informed everyone, looking straight at Jack.

“What’s that?” Jack asked, slightly confused as he glanced around the living room.

He had moved all of Conor’s clothes and all of the open, but unfinished, water bottles were hidden out of sight.

“Him.” Joe chuckled, nodding over to Mikey.

Looking at Mikey for the first time since his question, Jack noticed he had a guilty expression on his face.

“Hey come on mate.” Jack chuckled, knowing that he shouldn’t have taken Mikey’s comment to heart. “Don’t worry about it.”

Mikey smiled uncertainly but nodded as the door opened, and in walked you and Conor.

“Hey.” Jack grinned, virtually skipping over to you and picking you up in his arms.

Conor rolled his eyes as he placed your bag down on the floor but chuckled quietly to himself as he noticed the tiny square box in the back pocket of Jack’s jeans.

“Hey you.” You smiled, kissing Jack gently as his arms wrapped around your waist.

“Come on guys.” Joe chuckled, shaking his head as he looked over at you both.

“He’s just jealous because he’s still single.” Jack whispered in your ear, moving his hand from your waist and taking your hand in his.

“I heard that.” Joe rolled his eyes as he sat on the sofa next to Caspar.

Taking your place next to Jack, you smiled as Conor, Josh, Mikey and Oli sat infront of you all on the floor.

Who would actually buy a sofa big enough for 8 people though?

One Jack had checked that the camera was actually recording and the audio was working, he explained the rules to everyone. However, this took quite a few attempts as Caspar kept interrupting him and it confused Mikey a little bit.

Everyone left the room except two people, those two being Jack and Conor.

Conor put on a pair of headphones that were currently blasting a Calvin Harris song and Jack chuckled to himself.

Earlier in the week, he had gone onto twitter and told his followers that he was doing a youtuber whispers game and to send weird ones in.

“Rumour has it, that Jack Maynard is the most talented out of the two brothers!” Jack shouted, feeling a bit stupid as he felt as if he was speaking to himself.

Calling Oli back into the room, Conor shouted to him once Oli had put on a pair of headphones as well.

“Rumour has it, neither of the Maynard brothers have any talent!” Conor shouted to his friend as Oli glanced at the camera with a blank expression on his face.

Conor sat next to Oli and they all repeated it back to each other, until Jack asked Joe to repeat what he had heard as Joe was the last one to receive the message.

“I heard that Jack Maynard is jealous because his brother is more talented.” Joe chuckled, shrugging his shoulders.

“Yeah that sounds about right to be fair.” Conor laughed, teasing his brother.

Jack chuckled to himself and passed you a set of headphones. “Put these on a second babe.”

You quickly put them on and started nodding your head along to the song that Jack had chosen even though you had no idea what it was.

“Right, the next one is gonna be the one when I ask her so everyone just has to say ‘Y/N, Jack wants to know if you’ll marry him.’ Okay?” Jack told everyone, glancing over at you as you sat there completely oblivious to what he was telling everyone.

The other boys nodded and put a pair of headphones on for show, but they didn’t see the point of playing any music through them.

Jack would edit the bit out of the video where he told the boys what to say later on. A proposal half way through a video would be a shock for his subscribers as well.

Each of them pretended to pass the message along until you were last in the queue and everyone but Joe and you had taken your headphones off.

Jack sat at the other end of the sofa, his heart rate increasing with every passing second as he gripped his laptop in his hands as they started to clam up.

“Y/N, Jack wants to know if you’ll marry him?!” Joe shouted, practically deafening himself with how loud he needed his voce to be so that you could hopefully hear him though the music blaring through the headphones.

Jack put his thumb up to signal that it was fine for you to take the headphones off.

Sliding the headphones off, you put them on the sofa and looked at Joe confused.

“You’re absolute shit at this game.” You chuckled; shaking your head as Joe playfully shoved your arm.

“What was the message you heard babe?” Jack asked with a smile on his face as he tried to hide his nerves.

Jack felt his face heating up as the anxiety was eating away at his insides, that tiny little box was now digging into his backside.

“I heard 'Jack wants to know if I’ll play a game with him’. I don’t think that’s right though.” You chuckled to yourself, not even taking any notice of the heat that had risen to Jack’s face.

“Let me do it again.” Joe laughed; passing the headphones back to you and Joe very quickly turned the volume down on your phone slightly so you could hear him a little better.

All of the boys had their eyes fixed on you as Jack put his laptop on the floor infront of him as the table was still over the other side of the room.

“Y/N, Jack wants to know if you’ll marry him!” Joe shouted, just as loudly as before as a ringing started in his ears.

You looked over at Jack who now had the box hidden in his fist so you still couldn’t see it.

You took the headphones off once again and kept your eyes on Jack, your heart rate picking up instantly as your throat went dry.

“I heard 'Y/N, Jack wants to know if you’ll marry him’.”

All eyes now converted from you to Jack as the entire room fell silent. Even Caspar was silent for a change.

“Well?” Jack asked, his knees shaking as he stood up and walked over to you.

You stared up at him, not quite bringing yourself to stand up incase you ended up on Oli who was still sat on the floor.

“Are you serious or is this Joe playing one of his pranks on me again?” You asked, your voice quiet and your eyes wide.

“I am deadly serious.” Jack chuckled, his voice shaking with nerves as he got down on one knee infront of you, opening his fist to show the tiny black box that he flipped open.

The silence was killing Jack, as well as the others until you finally opened your mouth and said that one little word that made Jack’s heart swell with happiness.

“Yes.”

Jack grinned as he slid the ring onto your finger on your left hand and quickly stood up, picking you up from the sofa and lifting you off the floor as the boys stood up and cheered loudly.

Crashing his lips against yours, the grin still spread across Jack’s face as tears brimmed your eyes.

“That’s a new way to propose I guess.” You giggled as you loose wrapped your legs around Jack’s waist.

“Well you know me, I like to be different.” Jack smirked proudly to himself as he leant his forehead against yours, staring into your eyes.

This was very true, and you wouldn’t have your fiancé any other way.

Only a Kiss - Jack Maynard Imagine

Summary: whoever said there was anything harmless about a little game of truth or dare?

Word Count: 1547

Originally posted by joeck

“You did what?” Oli squawked as Joe took a shot after admitting that he had jacked off whilst someone else was asleep in the same bed as him. “What kind of person does that?” he cackled, throwing his head back as his entire body was shaking with laughter. 

Joe simply shrugged at him before turning towards Caspar to ask the next question. 

You weren’t sure how a casual evening watching a movie with the boys had somehow digressed into shots of tequila and truth or dare, but it had, and all the boys were revelling in it, taking advantage of all the information that was coming to light in the absence of cameras. 

You, on the other hand, were just enjoying the spectacle, having exempted yourself from the arena given that you were the only girl and therefore too much of a target amongst these boys. You were simply laying across the carpeted floor of Oli’s living room with your head in your boyfriend, Jack’s lap while his fingers ran through your hair subconsciously.

You closed your eyes as you focused on the feeling of Jack’s fingers massaging your scalp, a feeling of total relaxation sweeping over you as you felt yourself slowly drifting off to sleep. A loud South African voice pierced through your dreamless state of subconsciousness.

 "I dare you to kiss Y/N!“ Caspar Lee’s loud voice reached your ears, your eyes snapping open to see a grinning South African and a very reluctant Conor Maynard avoiding your gaze. 


"I’m not playing! So he’ll just have to snog Josh or something, who knows where that mouth has been,” you teased him, gently prying Jack’s fingers away from your scalp before he ripped your hair out of your head. Your stomach dropped when Jack jerked himself away from you as if he had been burned.

“Oh come on, Y/N!”


“Yeah don’t be a spoilsport!”

“Just give us a peck!”

You should have known better than to believe that a simple “I’m not playing” would have satisfied the boys, their grinning faces letting you know that the only way you were getting out of this was if you kissed your boyfriend’s older brother.

“Lay off it, will ya? She doesn’t have to!” Conor’s voice piped up, his blue eyes that matched Jack’s looking straight to you. Jack, on the other hand, hadn’t said a word, and in fact, wouldn’t even look you in the eye, and because of that, you did something that probably wasn’t your wisest decision.

“Fine, I’ll do it, we’re all friends here, right?” You burst out, looking between Conor and Jack briefly, noting the shocked and reluctant expression on Conor’s face that contrasted with the livid look on his younger brother’s face. 

“It’s just a kiss, nothing personal,” you waved off, already rising up on your knees and getting ready to crawl over to Conor.

“Fucking unbelievable,” you heard Jack mutter under his voice but pretended you hadn’t, instead focusing on Conor and the very reluctant look on his face as he glanced from your determined face to Jack’s murderous one. “Talk about loyalty …” Your boyfriend was continuing to mutter behind you, giving you the push to finally crawl forward to where Conor was currently kneeling.

“Don’t be getting any ideas, Maynard, this is just for the dare, nothing more,” you grinned at him, noticing the similarities between his bright blue iris’ and Jack’s slightly darker ones and starting to feel the dread clawing at your chest. 

Taking a deep breath, you leant forward and pressed your lips to his firmly. His lips were soft but not as soft as Jacks, and his hands that were on your waist were gentle but missing the rough callouses that were on Jacks hands. Still, you were determined that you weren’t going to stress over this, so when Conor slowly moved his lips against yours, you let him, your hands resting on his shoulders as you kissed him slowly. 

You counted to five in your head before pulling back sharply, avoiding his glance and extracting yourself from his grip. You avoided everyone’s eyes as you pushed yourself up to your feet and left the room as quickly as you could, eager to escape the stares of the seven boys that were all staring at you in varying states of disbelief.

You didn’t stop moving until you were in Oli’s spare bedroom, the reality of what had just happened hitting you all at once, the panic and anxiety squeezing and crushing your chest with alarming ferocity. 

You had just kissed your boyfriend’s brother on a dare. You knew Jack didn’t want you to do it and you had done that anyway. Jack was furious with you. Jack was not going to want you anymore.Y

ou were in your own little self-deprecating bubble, pacing back and forth in an attempt to argue your way out of your own head - unsuccessfully I might add - so much so that you didn’t even hear someone walk in the room behind you, nor did your senses pick up on the very distinct aroma of Hugo Boss Cologne that you had brought Jack for his last birthday.

It wasn’t until he spoke up that you even registered that he was in the same room. “You just fucking snogged my brother,” his voice piped up, the layers of anger and betrayal cutting into you like a knife.

Spinning around, you were taken aback by the fiery look in his eyes, “You didn’t say anything though, you just pushed me away, you could have said something and I wouldn’t have done it,” you mumbled, your eyes focused intently on your socks as you avoided meeting his eyes again.

“I thought it was a fucking given!” the volume of your voice caused you to shrink back, “I thought you were loyal enough to not snog my motherfucking brother! You’re just like the rest of them, though, you only see me as a gateway to get to him,” he spat at you, the distaste and anger radiating off of him. It was his words, however, that caused you to look up in alarm. 

“Excuse me?! Have you forgotten that you literally used me to sleep with my sister the first time we met?!” You fired back, glaring at him as you crossed your arms over your chest, “You know me better than anyone, you should know that I would never do that to you!”

“I thought I did but I just saw you fucking snog my brother in front of all of our mates!” He yelled, throwing his hands up in the air and turning away from you, the muscles in his back rigid and tensed from the argument.

You looked at him for a moment, studying his angular jaw and the muscles in his forearms, right down to his long fingers that were curled together tightly. Taking a deep breath, you stepped towards him, placing a hand on his back gently and watching in relief as his muscles unclenched slightly under your palm.

Trailing your hand down, you wrapped your arms around the back of his waist, resting your cheek on the back of his shoulder blades as he sunk into your arms slightly. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, “I should have just told them no, I should have known it would upset you, but you pushed me off and then didn’t say a word, so I thought you didn’t care, I thought that it wouldn’t bother you and that bothered me, and I’m just really sorry, Jack,” you whispered, your fingertips drawing patterns on his stomach lightly.

Letting out a soft and reluctant sigh, he turned around in your arms, wrapping his own around your shoulders and resting his chin on top of your head. “Sorry I pushed you off,” he mumbled as he buried his face in your hair, “Of course I’d care if you kissed Conor, you’re my girl,” he emphasized, pulling back and using one hand to push your hair out of your face, the other tilting your head up.

“And I will be for as long as you want me,” you murmured as you stood up on your tip toes to press your lips against his lightly.

Jack let out a small groan, his hand pushing through your hair and holding onto the back of your skull to hold you in place. Smirking lightly as he pulled back, he trailed his mouth down the edge of your jawline to your neck, and then slowly moved down your neck until his lips brushed over the spot that made your breath hitch.

Grinning to himself, he began sucking on that spot with all he had, enjoying the breathless whimpers and stomach clenching moans that slipped through your lips, your head tilting back to give him maximum access. He nibbled on the spot lightly, your fingernails sinking into his bicep and leaving crescent shaped scars in their wake.

After what seemed like a lifetime, he pulled back, the biggest smirk you had ever seen splashed across his swollen lips. Gently, he brushed his thumb against your neck, his smirk deepening at the small hiss you released, jerking your neck away from him.

“Now nobody will be able to doubt that you’re mine.”